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There's been a whole lot said about your city living |
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They told us that the streets were paved with gold |
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And some of us believed 'em, left our home and came looking |
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But that was just another story they told |
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I got to get back and see my people |
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Someday and someway |
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My old Uncle |
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Henry don't believe in those airplanes |
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Lord knows you sure been good to me |
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Gave me piggy bak rides down them dusty highways |
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When I came just up to his knees |
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I got to get back and see my people |
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Someday and someway |
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I never thought |
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I'd be lost and start searching for warmth and a smile |
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I never thought |
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I'd be running through the city streets like a newborn child |
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No, no, no |
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I never thought |
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I'd be lost and start searching for warmth and a smile |
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I never thought |
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I'd be running through the city streets like a newborn child |
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But here I am |
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And I got some people and |
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I know that they love me |
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And I know just where to look this time |
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Collar greens and cornbread on my |
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Sunday dinner |
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And don't you know that makes me think it's working out fime |
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When I get back to see my people |
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Someday and someway |
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Someday and someway |
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And someday, and someway |
